“Yes,” I answer, clawing onto his strong shoulders as suddenly, I feel the pups move again. A blow hits me full force, making an excruciating pain ripple through me. I don't even get to scream as it causes me to black out immediately. *** By the time I wake up, I find myself lying in a hospital b
Artemisia The next few days are quite a struggle, but soon enough, I can breathe better and the presence of my mates seems to have a calming effect on the babies. They never calm down fully and keep moving around aggressively, even managing to break other bones but luckily my wolf has it covered
“Right,” I breathe out, my emotions starting to swirl freely as I can’t decide if I want to start crying desperately or just run away. Laying my hand on my stomach, I try channelling my breathing, as I feel fire rise again. This time Fynn doesn’t seem to be as absorbed by Rachel as he looks at m
Artemisia “Hey,” Fynn says quietly as he steps next to my bed. “Hey,” I answer in a whisper, closing my book. He puts his hands in his pockets, smiling. “You look incredibly beautiful.” “Thank you,” I say while blushing, and lean my head against the headboard of my bed. He grins as he sits on t
Artemisia After finishing our tea, Corvina goes to the border with Logan and Matthew to put up the protection spell while I follow Hendrick, who informs Cayden about what Corvina said. We find him in his office, surrounded by high piles of paper. “Don’t you want to take a break?” I ask him, huggi
Artemisia I’m still sobbing lowly as Cayden walks into my room. My mother has her arms wrapped around me, her head resting on my shoulder while Ramona is sitting on the other side, holding my hand. He walks in silently, my other mates and Corvina following him closely. Fynn, who looks freshly ou
“You have to be fucking kidding me!” I shout at him, throwing my clothes onto the floor. “They literally dragged me to court because they said you were locking me up in the basement.” “I don’t know what to tell you, Missy,” Cayden sighs as Logan takes a step forward.“Your scent was everywhere in t
Riccardo “Can you just make him shut up!” I yell at Torrie, who is trying to calm down the pup screaming his lungs out in her arms. And naturally, she is failing at it. “I don’t know what he has. I have fed him, and he has clean diapers. Maybe he is in pain of some sort,” she tries to justify her